[Archer is used to the routine; he's used to spending more time in Kimblee's room, his own isn't decorated either. Unless you count the fur everywhere; the Kimbley-cat sheds an awful lot.]
[Archer hesitates by the door, watching Kimbley move to a standing position. Archer doesn't move, he merely shoves his hands in his pockets, frowning at the floor. He's never been particularly good at reading people - but the tension in the room is hard to miss.]
I suppose I'll start, then. As you know, I never remember my dreams, assuming I even have them to begin with.
[Archer moves to fold his hands behind his back, then he turns to start pacing. He normally stands still while he's talking, but clearly he needs to puzzle this out, and movement of some sort typically helps him think.]
The difficulty I'm having is separating reality from those dreams. I was under the impression that dreams never felt so realistic. The majority of the dreams I've heard about involve some sort of fear; falling, embarrassment, forgetting or losing something important, failure of some sort... those sorts of things. I didn't dream about anything like that.
[He stops short, staring at the door.]
Some details are very hazy and others are perfectly clear. I remember meeting new people and discussing the chimeras here. I don't remember names or faces - I'm usually quite good with the former. I'm willing to accept that was a strangely vivid dream and move on.
My issue is with another part of those dreams entirely. I... dreamed about the other version of you; the one from my world. I don't remember everything, which is frustrating enough, but...
[He trails off for a moment, gaze turning to the floor. His expression softens into something between disappointment and something akin to sorrow. It's gone quickly though, replaced by the frown.]
...What he said still bothers me. It was a damn dream I shouldn't let it bother me...!
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[Archer hesitates by the door, watching Kimbley move to a standing position. Archer doesn't move, he merely shoves his hands in his pockets, frowning at the floor. He's never been particularly good at reading people - but the tension in the room is hard to miss.]
I suppose I'll start, then. As you know, I never remember my dreams, assuming I even have them to begin with.
[Archer moves to fold his hands behind his back, then he turns to start pacing. He normally stands still while he's talking, but clearly he needs to puzzle this out, and movement of some sort typically helps him think.]
The difficulty I'm having is separating reality from those dreams. I was under the impression that dreams never felt so realistic. The majority of the dreams I've heard about involve some sort of fear; falling, embarrassment, forgetting or losing something important, failure of some sort... those sorts of things. I didn't dream about anything like that.
[He stops short, staring at the door.]
Some details are very hazy and others are perfectly clear. I remember meeting new people and discussing the chimeras here. I don't remember names or faces - I'm usually quite good with the former. I'm willing to accept that was a strangely vivid dream and move on.
My issue is with another part of those dreams entirely. I... dreamed about the other version of you; the one from my world. I don't remember everything, which is frustrating enough, but...
[He trails off for a moment, gaze turning to the floor. His expression softens into something between disappointment and something akin to sorrow. It's gone quickly though, replaced by the frown.]
...What he said still bothers me. It was a damn dream I shouldn't let it bother me...!